Alexander’s POV
The days stretched on in an infuriatingly monotonous loop. Maya and I seemed to have perfected the art of avoidance. If I came down for breakfast, she’d already be gone. If she was in the dinning room, I’d ask for my food to be brought up to my room instead. I buried myself in work, trying to finish up the mountain of work I had, this was the only disadvantage of having a lot of businesses. But even though I tried to get her out of my head, the presence or rather the, her absence kept bugging me.
The memory of her embarrassed face, her shaky voice and how she had ran out of my office kept playing over and over again in my head, getting he distracted and frustrated. And it annoyed me to no end because it was hard getting any work done. I was used to control, to precision,
